“If you really loved me you’d want every one to know it."
“I do,” she protested; “I want to stand on the street corner like a sandwich man, informing all the passers-by.”—The Beautiful and Damned (via ragsmartinjones)
“You’re learning now that you do not inhabit a solid, reliable social structure - that the older people around you are worried, moody, goofy human beings who themselves were little kids only a few days ago. So home can fall apart and schools can fall apart, usually for childish reasons - and what have you got? A space wanderer named Nan.
And that’s OK. I’m a space wanderer named Kurt, and Jane’s a space wanderer named Jane, and so on. When things go well for days on end, it is an hilarious accident.”—Kurt Vonnegut in a letter to Nanny Vonnegut, 1971. (via brighteryellow)
“They sat on high stools and had tomato broth and hot sandwiches. It was more intimate than anything they had done and they both felt a dangerous sort of loneliness and felt it in each other. They shared in varied scents of the drug store, bitter and sweet and sour, and the mystery of the waitress with only the outer part of her hair dyed and black beneath, and when it was over, the still life of their empty plates-a sliver of potato, a sliced pickle and an olive stone.”—The Love of the Last Tycoon (via ragsmartinjones)
“He had gathered that life for everybody was a struggle, sometimes magnificent from a distance, but always difficult and surprisingly simple and a little sad.”—F. Scott Fitzgerald’s “The Freshest Boy” (via fuckyeahfitzgerald)
“…and then I asked him with my eyes to ask again yes and then he asked me would I yes to say yes my mountain flower and first I put my arms around him yes and drew him down to me so he could feel my breasts all perfume yes and his heart was going like mad and yes I said yes I will Yes. ”—from Ulysses, James Joyce (via femme-ex-machina)
“And now we’re supposed to go back to our normal lives. That’s what people do. They have these amazing experiences with another person, and then they just go home and clean the bathroom or whatever.”—When It Happens (Susane Colasanti)
“All these soft, warm nights going to waste when I ought to be lying in your arms under the moon- the dearest arms in all the world- darling arms that I love so to feel around me- How much longer before they’ll be here to stay? When I do get home again, you’ll certainly have a most awful time ever moving me one inch from you.”—Letter from Zelda Fitzgerald to F. Scott Fitzgerald (via fuckyeahfitzgerald)
“English majors want the joy of seeing the world through the eyes of people who—let us admit it—are more sensitive, more articulate, shrewder, sharper, more alive than they themselves are. The experience of merging minds and hearts with Proust or James or Austen makes you see that there is more to the world than you had ever imagined. You see that life is bigger, sweeter, more tragic and intense—more alive with meaning than you had thought.”—The English major is more than just a common course of study, friends. The English major is a way of life. (via Arts and Letters Daily)
“Is suffering really necessary? Yes and no. If you had not suffered as you have, there would be no depth to you as a human being, no humility, no compassion. You would not be reading this now. Suffering cracks open the shell of ego and then comes a point when it has served its purpose. Suffering is necessary until you realize it is unnecessary.”—Eckhart Tolle (via funeral)
Listening to this song, as I lay in bed on the last day of summer, is bittersweet. After being told that one of my friends looked just like Mungo Jerry and me questioning “Who the fuck is Mungo Jerry?” this song became somewhat of an anthem for the end of vacation.